"Now, then, Eliza," said Mrs. Wright when her companion had read this epistle aloud.
"Now, then, what?" returned Eliza happily.
"He'll be a link. He'll have to be. You can't be crabbed and offish and spoil his one vacation."
"Do you mean Mrs. Fabian?" Eliza gave her rare laugh as she pushed the letter back into its envelope. "If she could help her nephew from runnin' after common folks, she would; but she certainly won't run after him. We shan't clash any."
"I'm glad I'm going to see the boy," said Mrs. Wright. Violet had written of him: at first with girlish enthusiasm, but after the park interview more grudgingly. It seemed rather silly in a grown man to be so amused by the airs of a robin! For some unknown reason the memory of that foolishness had rankled for days.
CHAPTER XVI
THE PEACEMAKER
Kathleen Fabian, out of school in that month of June, was at home in body, but with her mind still clinging about the scenes of her college life.